My Steamy Story: She is meeting the man in a hotel room f...

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Okay, so I’m in this boujee-ass hotel room, and this guy—let’s call him Mark—is giving me the side-eye, trying to see if I can handle his crew of 35. He’s all business, but I can see the curiosity, you know? The vibe is… anticipatory. So I spill the tea, no cap. I’m like, “Look, bestie, I’m a slut. Period. I live for this shit.” I see him shift in his chair, and I know I’ve got him.

I start breaking it down, step by step, getting specific. “First,” I say, leaning forward so my top gapes, “I make sure they see the lube and condoms in my bag. I let that idea bake in their heads—that I’m here to get messy. Then, I get loud. I’ll yell something like, ‘OMG, you all are making me look like such a slut!’ and just let that word hang in the air. It’s iconic. It gets them hard, every time.”

I watch his Adam’s apple bob. He’s trying to play it cool, but his dick is probably straining against his zipper. I keep going, my voice dropping. “I start kissing. One guy, then another. A line forms. I’m deep-throating tongues, letting hands grope my ass, all while I’m working my way around. I can feel the moment they stop seeing me as a person and just see a hole. Their cocks get hard, they start whispering ‘slut’ and ‘whore’ in my ear, and I just lean into it. I’ll look up at some guy and say, ‘You wanna be next? You wanna feed your load to this cheap cunt?’”

I see Mark’s knuckles are white on the armrest. I ask him, “You uncomfortable? Being in a room with a trash bag whore like me?” He just shakes his head, his eyes dark. So I stand up, walking over to him. “Want a demo?” I don’t wait for an answer. I sink to my knees between his legs, my hands on his thighs. “See, at this point,” I murmur, my face inches from the obvious bulge in his pants, “the crowd gets hungry. They pull their dicks out. I’ll have one cock in my mouth, jerking two others, while someone’s filming it all. I’m just a wet, used pussy trying to swallow every drop before the bowl overflows.”

I unzip his pants, freeing his thick cock. I look up at him. “This what you wanted to know? How it feels to have a slut like me suck you off while 34 other guys watch and wait their turn?” I don’t wait for his answer. I take him into my mouth, deep, my throat opening up. I moan around him, the sound vibrating against his shaft. I pull off with a wet pop. “They get rough. They call me names. And I love it and hate it, but mostly, I love making you—making them—cum so hard they forget their own names. So, Mark… you gonna book this slut or what?”

His hand fists in my hair, and he thrusts up into my mouth, groaning. “Fuck yes,” he grits out. “You’re hired.” And I just smile around his cock, knowing I’ve already started my first job of the night.